#i promise i'll try to get better on these areas hehe

[jennifer-jeong]

Angst + Fluff | Ryomen Sukuna x Reader Next time

hehehe see what I did with the header picture, they're leaning on each other (you'll get it if you read)

SUMMARY Sukuna promises you he’ll be better for you in your next lives.

CONTENT NOT SPOILER FREE, suggestive, angst to fluff, gender neutral reader, it’s supposed to be a happy ending if you pretend that things don’t go according to canon LOL, very OC Sukuna so he actually has emotions, near death experiences, injuries, blood, death, suicide, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOR NOTES I can’t write canon Sukuna because he doesn’t even like humans 💀 Basically this is pookie Sukuna LOL There’s a lot of deviation from canon in this fic. I'm probably going to make a smut portion to this in a separate fic so stay tuned hehe, I'll link it here if I finish it!

WORD COUNT: 2244 why did this turn out so long... maybe I actually do like him

Back in the Heian period (a millenia ago), Ryomen Sukuna, “the king of curses,” peaked in power. At the same time, you were just getting started with your adult life. Unfortunately at this moment, however, it seemed that it would be cut short. A strong, locust-like, curse manifested in your village and you’ve been trying your best to stop it but to no avail. In fact, it’s currently pinning your body to the ground, trying to bite your head off. You imagine that the curse came to be due to the fear of famine in your farms, but you didn’t think it’d be this strong. You struggle but the curse is much larger than you are. You don’t even know what your last words should be, your mind going blank in panic. Your life starting to flash before your eyes-

“I suggest you fuck off my turf,” says a dangerously domineering voice. The curse looks up down the road and sees something you can’t in your current position. You barely need to look to figure out who it is though. The curse above you freezes in pure fear and eases up on crushing your body in a jolt. You hear the same voice “tsk” at the curse’s “disrespectful” hesitation and suddenly the giant bug flies in a seemingly random direction before essentially exploding due to the force. You sit up slightly with shock evident on your face, you turn around to finally see your unfortunate savior. He takes your silent shock as confusion and explains “the area is mine… filthy curses have no right to do as they please around here.” Your body feels heavy from the sheer aura of power he gives off but you can’t help but still make a mildly disgusted face at him for what he’s saying. You’ve heard he treats humans like livestock and you have always despised him for having power like that and choosing to do this instead of something good. He makes an angered face back saying “hah?” and just when you start to regret your choice of facial expression, he rolls his eyes and walks away. You pause for a few seconds before taking a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You mutter a “thanks” that you don’t think he hears before heading back to your home to tend your wounds.

Sukuna had been watching you recently. It was no coincidence that he appeared in front of you that night. He first noticed you when you were able to kill any of the curses that attacked your village. He watched, quite amused, that you continued to struggle with no fear against these monsters while the rest of your idiotic village sat back and watched, some even calling you insane despite you saving their lives. Sukuna doesn’t understand why you don’t just beat up the humans that don’t listen. You let them take advantage of your kindness even though you could wipe them all out with an arm tied behind your back. You’re overly kind but you still have the guts to stand up to someone like him. He heard your small mutter of gratitude while he walked away and smiled slightly. He’s never met someone he actually felt bad for in this way. He’s found something he feels pity for, and it’s enough to make him want to protect it, treat it like it’s special.

So now you’re here, a few days later in his temple, bowing 90 degrees in front of him with an offering in your hand. You came here to show him respect for not killing you or the other villagers. He’s impressed you even found him and more impressed that you made the trek here. He walks towards you and reaches for your chin with his hand to make you look at him and stand up. His eyes inspect your slightly flustered face while his thumb very slightly caresses your chin. He releases his hold on your face and takes the offering. You stand there, still on guard and weary of the man. But you know he hasn’t done anything to your village in the time that you’ve been alive, you just know he’s the “disgraced one” and that it can’t be good.

For the next few weeks, your time is spent half at the village and half at Sukuna’s temple. He decided to help you with the journey by just teleporting you with a “simple” technique that you couldn’t comprehend. You slowly discover that Sukuna is actually just so strong he’s bored, no one really stands on equal ground with him. Even if all the sorcerers in the world fought him, he’s confident he’d win, and you don’t doubt it (canon).

He thinks it’s cute that you still go back to the village to help out here and there. He’s only okay with it now because he can watch over you and intervene if anyone wants to be rude. Many of the villagers are kind to you from a distance, only some actually approach you to thank you from time to time. A small group of the villagers unfortunately highly suspect you to be a curse of some sort though and don’t trust you because you’re so powerful. You’ve only ever done good with your power and you know that for a fact, so you ignore them. Sukuna, however, sits in his temple absolutely fuming whenever they interact with you, he’d maim them if you told him to, but you specifically told him he can’t hurt any humans unless they attack first.

Sukuna enjoys watching your little daily endeavors, smiling whenever you’re clumsy while cleaning or when you accomplish hunting down and killing some curses. It brings a sense of innocent joy to his life that he hasn’t ever really had. He’s had violent, murderous joy in his life, but nothing like this before. Some might say it made him soft, but really it made him stronger in a sense, he finally had something to protect.

As time goes on and seasons change, you and Sukuna only grow closer. You can’t explain why you’re still here with someone you used to hate with every fiber of your being. You think it might have something to do with how he actually sees you. He sees your struggle and your kindness and properly appreciates you for it. No one else in your life has done that for you. No one protects you and cares for you like he does. You also learned that he’s always been pretty good or at least neutral in using his power too. Only killing humans when attacked, beating up strong sorcerers but not killing them, and killing curses that bother him in his land. He was never actually as bad as the rumors made him out to be. Basically, Sukuna fell first and fell harder before you realized that you had fallen all the same.

Sukuna can’t help but be a little obsessive over you. You’re the only one he has eyes for afterall. He always checks in to make sure you’re safe when you aren’t at the temple and actually learns how to cook new dishes so he can feed you. His touches always linger on you: his hands on the small of your back, fingers brushing through your hair, lips ghosting over your skin. When you spend nights together, he’s essentially worshiping your body, telling you how beautiful you are and how he’s all yours. You make sure to return the favor and make him feel loved, it makes his heart feel so full and only deepens his love for you.

You’ve discovered overtime that Sukuna is actually human, he’s just so unbelievably strong and feared that people think he’s a curse. It was strange, you could almost draw a parallel between Sukuna and yourself. Both of you were feared by some because they just didn’t understand you or your intentions. It was an unfortunate part of this reality, but as long as you could live happily together, you didn’t really mind.

Another unfortunate part of this reality, though, was that things never go according to plan. Your plans of living happily together with Sukuna quickly fell apart soon after your 3 year anniversary. The sorcerers knew that they could use you to bait Sukuna and have a much better chance at defeating him. So that’s exactly what they did. They caught you when you were out in the village in the late summer. You were strong, but there were too many of them.

It was doomed before it even started.

In the end, Sukuna is out of energy, being forced to fight offensively instead of defensively if he wanted to save you. You managed to escape to return to him and help, but you were both quickly overwhelmed since the sorcerers decided to play dirty like this. You were both sitting outside of the temple, having teleported away to buy some time. You both just sit and talk. “Have we even killed anything other than curses recently?” you question. He chuckles at your seemingly lighthearted question in this situation, “not that I can think of… I think this was always coming for me though.” You look up at him with concern, he can only smile back even though you can see the clear sorrow in his eyes. “Humans are always scared of what they don’t understand. It’s just how it is” he says as he closes his eyes and enjoys the sun. The warmth drying the blood on both of you, some of it belonging to you both, most of it belonging to your attackers. You’re silent, not sure of what to say in what seems to be your last few moments. He leans on you and you turn your head to touch foreheads. He sighs and says “I’m glad I met you at all though… You showed me what being loved is like. It was something I never thought I’d find or deserve.” You start to tear up and reach a hand to caress his cheek. “You always deserved love, darling. I’m sorry the world was so horrible to you,” you say to him in a gentle voice. “Don’t apologize, love” he says as he kisses your forehead and wraps an arm around you.

“Maybe if we can get them to hate us enough, they’ll curse us together and we can live on like that” you say jokingly. He chuckles and says “wow you really do like me, huh?” You both laugh and hold each other.

A group of sorcerers are within view and are approaching fast. You give him one last kiss and speak your last words to him: “maybe we’ll reincarnate together someday. Maybe as curses, maybe as humans.” His eyes soften with sadness written all over his face “if that happens, I promise our lives won’t be like this one… I want to be a good man for you next time… I’d give all this power up if I could just live a long and happy life with you.” You close your eyes as tears fall. Your eyebrows scrunch as the pain washes over you, physically and emotionally. You see him tear up ever so slightly and whisper “I’m sorry for all the trouble, my love.” “Just make it up to me next time,” you giggle. He knows you never blamed him. He smiles.

You always knew what you were getting into when you approached Sukuna. It was dangerous, delusional, and stupid. But you know you would’ve never had it any other way.

You both still sat side by side, foreheads touching, holding each other. You quickly charged two shots of cursed energy. One piercing his skull, the other, yours.

You eventually become a small part mentioned by people when they retell the tale of the king of curses. Many described you as a traitor or as a curse. But some could see that you prevented Sukuna from spiraling deeper into his distaste for humans. Without you, he might have become a sadistic psychopath as time went on since no one would have any way to kill him. They praised you for that, thinking you did it on purpose to save the nearby villages. Both these ideas were lost in history though. In modern times it’s only written in some books at jujutsu high as hypotheses. No one truly knew what happened.

Sukuna’s powers sealed into his fingers upon death. A technique he used on himself before he met you and one he long forgot about. The sorcerers, out of fear, scattered his indestructible fingers to prevent anyone getting their hands on them and reincarnating the king of curses. Hoping to keep the man dead.

Again, reality makes sure things don’t go to plan, and it’s Yuji’s first day meeting some of his classmates. Sukuna has been wondering what to do since he’s been reincarnated into Yuji’s body. He’s been uncharacteristically quiet in Yuji’s mind and it makes everyone question if Sukuna is really the evil being they all thought he was.

Sukuna is barely paying attention until he feels a familiar warmth walk into the room, not even needing to see you to know who you were. He couldn’t believe it, he almost laughed, thinking that the universe really brought you two back together after more than a thousand years. But he paused, suddenly serious because he realized he had a chance to make things, not right, but different.

After class, Sukuna switches with Yuji, and lo and behold, you show him the exact same disgusted face you made to him centuries ago when he came to greet you in Yuji’s body. It made him smile as he let out a whisper,

“I missed you.”

|| MASTERLIST ♡ || Thank you for reading! ||

[ohyespotatous]

Nisa!! how are you? this is just me popping in to give you a boop 💙 I saw your recent post, so glad you've been feeling better, I hope you're completely recovered soon!!

I also wanted to ask, what are some of your fav pieces of literature? I'd love to hear about a book or even just a few lines that have changed your life <3

hope you've been doing well!! lots of love ^=^

Oh my god, Meg!!! Hi~ *boop back 😻

I'm recovered now! Well, I might never fully recover; it's like my regular guest now haha. But I'm in a good state right now! And I'll try my best to keep fit for a long time :) Thanks for checking up on me! How about you? I hope you're happy and healthy always! Good luck with your internship and masters and everything!! 💪❤

Also, thank you for asking about my fav pieces of literature! This is my favorite topic to talk about. So... Uhm.. where do I start? :v

First, it's not easy to discuss literature without separating the works and the authors. Like other types of art, despite their marvelous works, sometimes the artists are not the best people. There's this prose that's close to my heart, but it was written by a problematic author, so it doesn't feel right to discuss it :(

But, if we talk about literature that changed my life, I think I should pay tribute to one of the first books I read. They inspired me to study hard and pursue my dream. It's called The Rainbow Troops by Andrea Hirata. I read it when I was 13 or 14. 

It's about the journey of ten motley students from a tiny elementary school in a rural area trying to pursue their dreams; and their two teachers. One of the teachers calls them the Rainbow Troops because they love to stare at the sky after rain and admire the magnificence of the rainbow.  

These students come from poverty-stricken families, and their school constantly faces threats of closure due to government officials, greedy corporations, natural disasters, and the lack of students' self-confidence. For most of us, school might be a struggle. However, for them, access to education is a luxury. One of the smartest students has to ride his bicycle 40 kilometers over a red gravel road to school daily. His sandals—made of car tires—burnt from pedaling for so long. 

I kept the money carefully in my pocket and never let go of it. Suddenly everyone looked like a thief. Money, indeed, has a cruel influence. – Chapter 40, My Promise to Bu Mus 

I was disappointed that so many intelligent children were forced to leave school for economic reasons. I cursed all of the stupid people who arrogantly acted smart. I hated those children of the rich who threw away their educations. – Chapter 46, His Third Promise

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Gosh, the discrimination towards the lower class frustrated me! But their innocent childhood and the dynamic of rural life warm my heart. Their friendship and persistence in pursuing their dreams were also inspiring. 

But what I know for sure from my own experience at the poor school is that a hard-working life is like picking up fruit from a basket with a blindfold on. Whatever fruit we end up getting, at least we have fruit. Meanwhile, life without hard work is like looking for a black cat in a dark room with closed eyes, and the cat is not even there. – Chapter 48, Don't Give Up

I decided on my dream college right after I finished the book. Was I accepted to that school? Yes, in four years. Did I succeed in graduating from that school? That's a different story lol.

But anyway, it might not be the fanciest literature I've ever read, but it surely has a place in my heart. 

Sorry for the long answer >,< But thanks so much for the ask, Meg!!! It really made my day~ hehe 🐈💌🌿

[syneilesis]

perhaps a question, or a few: i’m sure kicho knows his actions are behind y/n’s eventual death, but is there wishful thinking, you think, on his part? because he doesn’t strike me as a person who’d say declarations of love, promises of a better future, assurance of protection just for the sake of it. surely, somewhere somehow, there’s some form of self-deception somewhere?

and and if this is true, i can’t imagine (or rather, curious) how he’d come to the realisation that he’d actively cause the demise of his love one. will he chuck it as collateral damage? as a means to an end? or will he just buckle and spiral?

cries would you be so kind to give us a peek? a short drabble maybe? or perhaps just a few liners 😩😩😩

Ohh! First of all, thank you for these questions! Questions about my fics make my heart aflutter 🥺😊💖

But to answer your questions: Well, I actually have two kinds of answers lol. The first one is: everything that isn't explicitly mentioned in the fic can be up to the reader's interpretation! The fic is written in a way that we know only what the MC is going through, so the ambiguity in those gaps can be filled by your imagination :D

The second answer is much more lengthy and detailed and contextualized, so I'll put it under a cut.

I wrote i bruise my hands on the living cage when Kicho's route hadn't been announced yet in JP, and the only information I had of him was from his introductory story, Nobunaga's sequel, and Motonari's route. I've always been drawn to morally ambiguous characters whose goals may be good but the means to achieve them isn't necessarily moral itself (hehe I'm looking at you, too, Vlad). So, in this case, I'd like to explore what might happen if, ya know, Kicho won.

Some things that I had to be firm about writing the fic: Kicho wins, at a cost. And that cost is MC. Try as she might to stop him, MC ultimately fails. So she disappears/dies/is erased from existence at the end of the fic. Sorry, MC lol

I also had this flavor of Kicho in mind: so absorbed in his goal that he'd do everything to achieve it – which in a way broke him. So he's a little more mad and deluded in the fic.

For your first set of question, you're right! This Kicho is overconfident about his capability to fulfil two things: achieve his goal and keep MC safe beside him. It's his hubris that would do him in, and it did. He got the former, but not the latter. I don't know if it came across in the writing, but the scene where Kicho found out that MC was affected by his tampering with historical events, his reaction was supposed to come off as unnerving and alarming. At that point he's already blinded by his goal; he's going to win no matter what. This man had such severe tunnel vision!

For the second set of question ... hmm ... this is the more ambiguous area where you can imagine whatever you want. Honestly I've thought little about the aftermath haha, because I was focused on MC's POV. I'm torn whether to say something further! Lol. Because what I'd think may be different from yours and it may not be what you're looking for. But! For you, anon, I'll try hehe.

Let's see ... (please brace yourself?)

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The symptoms I used in the fic was similar to the ones in Nobunaga's sequel: blackouts, etc. But once Kicho won, the result would be an altered future, where MC would not exist. And then time travel rules and all got applied – which meant that MC would get erased in existence in the present (past?) timeline. She'd disappear. Kicho wouldn't be there when it happened. Back in his manor (?), MC would feel and see herself disintegrating, and her last thought would be, I'm sorry, Kicho.

When Kicho came home, there's no sign of MC anywhere. At first he thought that she'd left, but eventually he'd figure it out. Her things were, after all, still there. And it would devastate him, like a maw suddenly devouring his heart. He'd be in denial at first. He was so sure of the results, never did he think that he'd miscalculate. It was impossible. This was the one thing that he had no contingencies.

He'd probably fall to his knees and for a very long time stare at the futon where they'd lain together the night before. His mind would be blank the entire time.

And then, more effects of the timeline disruption! Because MC's existence had been erased, the people who knew her began to forget her. As if she never existed in the first place. Kicho would feel in his mind the slow death of his memories of MC. One memory after another, it would fade into oblivion, and he couldn't stop it. Before the last of his memories of MC disappeared permanently, Kicho swallowed and thought to himself, This is the price of my conviction.

So he lived the rest of his life under the consequences of his ambition. In that regard, he was satisfied. But there were times when an inexplicable sorrow consumed him, and he couldn't identify the cause. Sometimes, he felt emptiness: when he'd lie down to sleep, he'd seek for a warmth that wasn't there. When he'd appraise a kimono for trade, he'd turn his head as if to talk to someone, but he had nobody with him. These were some things that confused Kicho, but no matter what he did there were no answers to soothe his clamoring heart. No answers.

That was the price of his conviction.

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Phew, that got long. So long story short: Kicho genuinely loved MC, but ultimately chose his ambition 🥲

I hope I answered satisfactorily? If not, I'm sorry 😂😭 But I truly enjoyed your ask, anon! I hope you'll come back in the future 💖

[not-me-haha]

If only... -yjw

Fifteenth chapter: Life or Death.

"Hello Y/N, miss me?"

It was Altari with his devilish smile which sent shivers down your spine.

You put on a fierce face eventhough you were terrified and said, "No, now get out of my way."

"You go out of here its game over." He said a bit louder. You froze not knowing what to do. Jungwon was right there outside. But somehow he couldnt sense the fact that Altari was inside, with you.

You turned to face him, "Why?"

"Because your boyfriend promised my family that he would never let us kill in their area and I want to prove him wrong. I want to prove him wrong by taking you and your life."

"And that's not going to happen" said a distant voice. It was Min Chae. You wondered how she got here.

"Sis, what a great surprise! This target is all mine though, can't share." He replied with that nasty smirk of his.

"Why don't you go fuck yourself Altari, you're just jealous of Jungwon because he's better than you." Min Chae motioned you to start backing off.

"You seriously know how to get on my last nerve. There's a reason why you're the outcast of our family. What does Jungwon have that I don't huh?"

Min Chae started laughing. That laugh was enough to answer Altari's question which made him angry so angry that his veins were about to pop out of his head. "The girl." He said. "That's what I don't have."

Min Chae's sarcastic smile disappeared, she looked at you and then at him, "You're going to kill a worthless mortal to prove that you're better? I dont think the elders will appreciate it, just proves that you're childish and insecure" she said stepping in front of him to block his view of you.

"Oh I'm not going to kill her, i will keep her with me till she chooses me over Jungwon and that wont be too hard right after all its a choice between life and death." Saying that he pushed Min Chae away and pounced in your direction. Suddenly everyone around you froze except Min Chae who was trying to get out the screwdriver that pierced into her body when she fell. Altari used his power.

He was fast but you were figuring out ways to escape ever since Min Chae told you to get back. But it wasn't enough, he could easily outrun you and strength was not even a factor here. You ran backwards towards the glass walls through which you could see Jungwon still unaware of what was going on inside. You slammed on to the wall to alert him and grabbed a rod to defend yourself. Altari jumped on you and pushed you on to the ground, the rod wasn't much help. "Life or Death, y/n? Me or Jungwon?" he asked, you cried and tried to push him away but his sharp claws started digging inside your skin.

If you had to die then you'd atleast want to do it in style you thought. "What is this a competition, even so you're no match for him. Life or death right? I'll die for him then. Kill me, you will always be that pathetic loser and he will always be the one for whom i died." Altari loosened his grip around you looking away and that was your chance, you grabbed the rod and pierced it right through his neck. He backed off screaming in pain but to your horror he started laughing like a psychopath. How did he not die?

"Oh babygirl, you think this is going to kill me."

"But this will." Jungwon's hand ripped through Altari's flesh and pulled out his heart. Blood splattered everywhere. Altari's dying body collapsed.

"I told you i will come when you think of me." he hugged you, you broke down in his embrace.

"I'll die for you too." He whispered so that you won't hear him

Masterlist hehe

[universestreasures]

Misaki is happy to see her poking didn't startle the other awake. She had been taking notice of how quickly he was waking up in his new human form. Was he a light sleeper, then? It wasn't really the easiest thing to tell when he was just a rabbit, but now that he was very much like her and everyone else in the palace, it was much easier to take notice of things instead of having to guess. She and him could truly communicate now, truly become closer friends, and that made her happy more than anything.

This morning's breakfast time, she hopes, will become a happy memory for them both, something they can both look back on when the sadder days inevitably come. That's why she had requested all of her favorite things from the chef this morning; a variety of baked goods, jams, butters, and drinks decorated the multi-tiered cart that had been delivered to her. It was clear to her the March Hare, Asaka's father and mentor, had been the one to make this. She could tell by the way the butter in the dish was shaped into a heart, another one of the small details she always picked up and was crystalized into her memory.

"Hehe! I think your stomach says otherwise, Kai!"

She finds his actions adorable. Ever since she had finally managed to know what he was thinking after she taught him how to talk, she quickly realized just how much he tried to act tough. She can understand why. His situation wasn't exactly well received by most everyone in the palace, especially not by Ren or his father. It was probably a front he is putting on to protect himself, a way to show everyone he wasn't what they thought he was. That fact alone is why she gently takes him by the hand, her smile soft and welcoming as it had been since the day they met.

"Eating breakfast is an important start to any day. I don't want you skipping a meal, and there is more than enough food here for both of us." She says, trying to lead him towards the small dining area of her room where the cart with their breakfast ready for them to dig into. "Besides, this would be a good time for me to teach out how to use a fork, knife, and a spoon. I promise it's not as hard as it looks, and I'll be here to help you through it, okay? I promise I won't laugh or anything if you mess up."

She hopes her past actions through her attempts of helping teach him were enough to get him to trust in her words, along with how she acted during times they were outside the safety of this room. Misaki had stood up for Kai since the day they met and she wouldn't stop doing it either. He was her dear friend, someone she cared about so much that those feelings seemed to grant her wish for them to be even closer, resulting in his form. She didn't want to let those feelings or these chances go to waste, considering how unsure she was about her future.

Everyone around her was slipping away to her roles, the very thing she feared the most. She vows to not lose herself to it, and instead find a way to help change things. Her changing Kai's role and giving Miwa his own were good starts. It had given her the confidence that she could really change this world for the better. Maybe it was a childish ideal, like how Ren had been putting it, but...it was her own, and she had to stick to it. It was what she believed in with all her heart of hearts, after all.

"So, will you please dine with me this morning?"

~

One would think someone in Kai’s position would still be getting used to their new form, but for the White Rabbit he seemed more than content with it. As a matter of fact, he seemed more comfortable like this. Like this…  Despite the looks and remarks he’d receive because of his more humanlike appearance, he felt closer to the princess than ever. He could do things that were never possible when he was a rabbit. He could communicate, read, and be more present to keep Misaki from feeling lonely ever again.

Perhaps it was because he was more human now that made the adults around them so angry. Because now whatever they did to him they were doing to a human boy rather than a disposable, replaceable, rabbit. But that didn’t seem to deter the Hatter, not one bit. 

Kai had been resting, the days as a human felt far longer then those as a rabbit. He was used to spending his days in the laps of royalty, carried, fed, played with then put away for the night. That wasn’t the case anymore. Kai having now taken on more responsibilities in an effort to remain by Misaki’s side, lest anyone get the idea to have him replaced with another proper rabbit. But he knows Misaki wouldn’t let that happen, she wouldn’t let him get thrown aside like that. She had begged and pleaded, and Kai had made his efforts known. For now… For now the situation seemed stable, not that anyone knew what to make of it. After all, something like this has never happened before in Wonderland’s rich history.

He knows. He’s been trying to read anything and everything he possibly could since Misaki had taught him how, and that included the thick texts regarding the rules and roles of the Heart’s tradition. Some of which he kept in stacks underneath the bench he now slept on. He liked it there… It was by no means as comfortable and warm as Misaki’s plush bedding, but he liked it all the same. It was close enough to Misaki but he didn’t fall into a deep sleep there; which was perfect for getting up at a moment’s notice when the princess would have nightmares or requested his company.

It was why he wasn’t startled in the slightest when Misaki pokes at him. It was as if he hadn’t been sleeping at all,  but he was just that light of a sleeper. He sits up quickly, needing no time to rub his eyes of sleep and whatnot. The White Rabbit turned human boy turns to sit himself up proper on the bench, well… proper save for the way he pulled his knees up to his chest to rest his feet on the edge, assuming the sort of position that made it seem as if he could spring from his seat at any given moment should he feel the need to. But many of his mannerisms were awkward like this– regardless of his shape he was still a rabbit, it would seem.

❝ …Breakfast? ❞ 

His eyes find the food cart, but he seems confused when he doesn’t spot his usual feeding dish among the other dishware and cutlery. He opens his mouth to say something else, but when he produces no sound he closes it again to instead wear a contemplative expression as he chooses what to say next. He’s seen plenty of people eat, but the prospect of handling all the tools they’d use to eat seemed to make his hesitant to call this fun. For some reason he thought the best thing to do was to avoid it altogether. He didn’t want to mess up before her again, as he has some countless times already while trying to rush the process of seeming more human than he was used to being. Despite being in the safety of Misaki’s room, he can feel the eyes of all the adults on him, waiting for any reason to deem him unfit for his role and have him replaced with a better rabbit, as the son of the Hatter has informed him on numerous occasions already.

❝ …Yes, yes it does. But… I’m not hungry. I can sit with you as you eat though– ❞

–Ah, but his stomach exposes him by letting it be known to the pair with an audible betrayal that he was indeed a bit peckish despite his remarks after all.  -

[vanaera]

I absolutely adored Love at First Snow. There were a few grammatical errors but it happens to everyone! No worries. It was such a lovely story–so much affection & dreamy romance. I think the fact that despite all their insecurities about not being good enough they knew in the deepest part of their souls that they were still perfect for each other–I think that was the pinnacle. Relationships shouldn't be about who's better but how you can better each other. I think your fic drove that home.

Hello Hon! Thank you for seeing this argument in Love at First Snow! I tried my best showing this and I guess all the effort was worth it because someone saw it!

LFS!OC and Hoseok's relationship sounds really dreamy bc I made them have effective communication with each other. It's true there are other obstacles in relationships more complicated than the one they had. But I think other's opinions about you and your partner, whether positive or negative, can really affect you just as well. A lot of people say the solution for this is easy: "let's just not mind what the others think." Yes this is true, but I want to show there's a struggle in realizing this solution in my story, as what others have to say about you has the more-than-average possibility of hitting you where your biggest insecurities lie on.

And because of this, I want to emphasize communication will still play one of the most salient factors in a relationship (and no don't say comprehension is better than communicating circulating around the quotes section of Twitter, FB, and even Tumblr bc how can u communicate when you don't even understand? That's just you one-way talking without hearing and communicating need these two to be even called communication). I think to have someone remind you you are loved despite your faults and lacking abilities is what makes love so exciting, so pleasurable, and so worth fighting for. I think there's no other greater assurance in life one can have than this.

I'm glad you also saw that I tried to make these 2 characters help each other become the best versions of themselves. There's no other more effective characteristic of a healthy love than mutual growth and I make it a point showing this in most of my writings as I want the world to know more about this.

Thabk you so much hon for leaving such a substantial review of Love at First Snow! I'm so happy you saw the subtexts I put in my story ☺️☺️☺️

[helianskies]

day 5: supernatural

written for @hwsrarepairweek2022, at last we return to a more staple pairing hehe...

rating: teen+ ⠀ words: 3.1k

pairing: nedport 🇳🇱🇵🇹

read below or over here on ao3!

“You know I can’t let you carry on like this.”

Abel grunts. He’s displeased (putting it lightly) and Henrique understands why, but he has to hold his ground.

“It… It’s for your own good, Abe,” he presses, trying to appeal to the other’s good(ish) nature as he stares up at him, pleads with his eyes, prays that the other will listen. “You’re suffering, like this, and other people are suffering because of it in turn. But I can fix it. I can make it better, and put you out of your misery.”

It would hurt, of course. How could it not? But Henrique is a human, and Abel is a vampire, and Henrique knows that there is only one way this can end for both of their sakes. He can’t continue like this and he can’t let Abel, either. It would be unfair. It would be cruel. In the short time he’s known Abel for, he’s not seen him smile properly, nor has he seen him just be… happy—as in, as happy as he could be, or as he should be. And Henrique wants to fix that for him.

There is only one way he can do that. There is only one way he can help his vampiric companion heal, and feel better…

“Please,” he asks one final time, the other’s hands in his own. “Let me help you.”

It takes a moment. It takes another moment of silent reassurance—promises made with the eyes alone, that Abel will be fine, that Henrique will take good care of him, that it would all be fine in the end—for the other to finally, after days and weeks of nagging, agree. Henrique is relieved. Henrique thanks him.

“It won’t take long,” he says, gesturing for Abel to take a seat in the dental chair. “Get comfortable, I'll just grab my things."

There is a pause in the other's movements. "Things…?"

Henrique quips a too-cheerful, "Oh, you know, the usual. Torture devices and stuff.”

It earns a scoff. That’s the best response he knows he’s going to get.

Henrique is used to nervous patients, of course. Children and adults alike have stepped into his room, unsure of what to expect or what the young dentist—the latest addition to his parents’ surgery—would be like. A smile could say a lot. A smile could hide a lot, too. But he is hardly sinister; Henrique is good at what he does and wants the same good reputation as his parents. Thus, with anyone who does feel nervous sitting down in that chair—be they child, adult, or vampire—he believes in a simple thing: distraction.

For children, that means talking to them, or introducing them to his ‘office pals’ (who are a small collection of stuffed animals that sometimes ‘want’ to keep any anxious children company). For adults, it is a case of talking them through a procedure, being patient, and reassuring them that it would be over soon, and that they wouldn’t feel a thing (well, more or less). 

And, as Henrique is learning right now, in the middle of the night, as he and Abel hide alone in the family practice, vampires require a… similar approach…

“So,” he begins, letting the nitrile gloves snap against his skin as he pulls them on—something playful that he knows might just begin this distraction therapy for Abel; “first thing’s first, I’ll numb the area. It’ll take a few seconds to kick in, but once it does, we count to three, and out comes that nasty tooth of yours.”

“D’you have to numb it…?”

Henrique glances at the other, his smile slipping to one side of his face. “Yes. Because otherwise it’ll hurt, and you’ll never forgive me for it.” 

Once more, he receives a soft grunt. Abel has conceded. Henrique is glad.

Ever since they’ve known each other, Abel has been suffering in silence over one of his molars, which, when he finally allowed Henrique to take a look at it, turned out to be just— just in an absolutely sorry state. There was no saving it. Yet, it has taken three more weeks since then for Henrique to be able to wrangle Abel back into the surgery to finally yank it out of his mouth (though, he made sure to word it more delicately around Abel, lest another three weeks pass!). 

With his tools ready and anaesthetic prepared, Henrique decides to make sure that Abel is also ready and prepared; the other seems to have made himself as comfortable as he can be (which is not very, judging by the unsure frown, the twitchiness, the way he mindlessly picks at the skin around his nails and feigns calmness) and it’s just good that he’s trying. Even if they can’t go through with it, it’s good that Abel has not only heard him out, but also trusts him enough to do this safely and properly. 

Coming from a vampire, he’s impressed. Not that he… knows any vampires other than Abel, mind you…

Henrique moves his tray of goodies over to the dental engine. He can see that Abel’s focus is currently on the wrong thing—namely, the tools of his trade rather than the dentist himself—so Henrique tells him to relax, put his head back, and open his mouth only when he is ready. In the meantime, the human takes the vampire’s hand in his own, locking their fingers together, and sparking up a simple conversation:

“I was thinking,” Henrique says, “that if you aren’t doing anything this Saturday, that you and I could go on a special date.”

“A date?” Abel repeats, seemingly surprised (but only mildly so) by the suggestion. “What did you have in mind?”

Glad that he’s up for the conversation—just another tactic to help settle him—Henrique continues: “I dunno. The local aquarium currently has nighttime tours and events going on, if you wanted to do something a bit different. But otherwise,” he smiles, “even just going out for dinner, or a midnight trip up to the nature reserve to watch the stars…?”

“I would have the time.”

“Sure, but… which one would you want to do?”

“All of them, if you wanted.”

It makes Henrique laugh, his smile falling wide. “You mean that, huh? You want to spend that much time with me?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t enjoy your company,” Abel returns—a remark that does take the other aback, even if only slightly, because of its sincerity. Henrique can’t fault what he’s said—the feeling is mutual—but to hear him say it aloud brings him a whole other kind of joy.

“In that case,” he says, “if I plan the weekend, then you can plan something for next week.”

“…me?”

“Of course!”

“I… I don’t, uhh…”

“Look, it can literally be anything,” Henrique insists, though he isn’t even being totally serious; he hardly expects Abel to plan something if he isn’t feeling up to it, because he would hate to put that sort of pressure on him. But even so: “You might not think yourself to be Mr. Romance, but you should know that just being around you makes me happy.”

The way it makes the other a little flustered, a touch of colour returning to his features, is more than just endearing; it’s alluring, it’s sweet, it’s wonderful, so much so that Henrique wants to grab the other’s face and kiss him desperately. But it seems like the wrong time to do so, when they’re so close to progress, and he… he…

Oh, fuck it! One itty-bitty kiss against the guy’s cheek is not going to hurt, he decides, so that is what he gives him—a soft, quick peck against that faint patch of colour, which in turn only blossoms more profoundly. Who’d’ve ever thought it? A sexy vampire not accustomed to receiving affection!

(Henrique has hit a jackpot with this one, and it’ll be a fight to let him go, now.)

However, with that said and done, Henrique realises he’s running out of distraction methods. He only has so many tricks, so many ploys—and he’s already gone above and beyond for Abel, when he thinks about it. They’re even still holding hands, whether or not the blonde also recalls the fact…

But Henrique also refuses to take that from him, and instead continues to hold on, to gently squeeze and welcome any squeezes in return. Abel seems to be thinking about something—thinking scarily hard, too—and Henrique is almost worried he may hurt himself or pop a blood vessel, until Abel finally looks at him, looks at their joined hands, looks at Henrique again, and announces:

“I’m ready.”

Henrique will not look a gift horse in the mouth. (A gift vampire, however…).

“Thank you,” he replies softly, pausing just for a moment to cup the other’s cheek, giving it a reassuring stroke—a promise in his eyes telling Abel that it’ll all be over soon—before he has to remove his hands entirely from Abel’s person, as hard as it is to do.

The first thing he does is hand over a pair of sunglasses, which he makes sure that Abel puts on, before he flicks on the overhead lamp. Bright as the room is with the main lights on and blinds closed, he still needs the overhead for safety—because he doesn’t want to risk anything.

Once that is done, he tells Abel once more to open up whenever he’s ready, and to practice some slow breathing exercises with him in the meantime. He wants the other to have a handle on any nerves he has, lest Abel’s instincts kick in, a needle go flying, and a poor, unfortunate dentist get hurt. Henrique knows he’d be no match for the other’s strength if he were a human, let alone whatever freakish ups being a vampire gives him. (Though, he… wouldn’t be opposed to finding out, one way or another…).

With the exercises underway, it is a matter of patience. Henrique requires both hands for this next part and is sure to inform Abel of the fact, so that the other doesn’t try to grab his hand for any comfort he may need. He will have to be patient as well, unfortunately.

Then, as soon as that blessed moment comes—as soon as Abel seems to be as relaxed as he can be and lets his mouth hang open, Henrique does not waste a millisecond. He dives in, wanting to make this as quick as possible for both their sakes. As needle meets gum, he hurries to coo and coddle the other with reassurances that, ‘You’re doing great, we’re halfway there. Just a couple more seconds, I promise,’ and before he knows it—

“There, you’re fine. Hard bit done,” he says, rushing away the used needle and exchanging it for Abel’s hand once more, holding onto it. The tightness with which the other squeezes is a sign that he needs it—needs Henrique—and he plans to see him through. “We’re going to let that kick in, okay? It should take long, but I need you to make sure it really is fully numb before I carry on. Oh, and— and talking might get a bit hard,” he adds on, “so you can just nod or shake your head. There’s no need to exert yourself.”

Even so, Abel manages a ‘thank you’. He breathes out, long and slow, and pulls Henrique’s hand closer to his chest. Henrique does not fight him. It’s a shame that the glove is in the way—that they can’t quite feel each other’s skin—but it will do. If it brings the other some comfort, then it will do.

It’s hard, really, being in this position. Seeing Abel in any sort of discomfort is not by any means enjoyable. But Henrique has to remember that seeing him in pain is worse, and that is precisely why they are there: to fix it. 

(How lucky Abel is, to have grown attached to a human that also happens to be a dentist. It almost feels like design, but Abel only learnt of his trade after the third encounter-come-date.)

To his surprise, and even more so to his relief, the wait does not last long before Abel gives him a signal to go ahead. Henrique makes sure, of course—he has to let the other’s hand go and poke around inside his mouth with the dental pick and really, truly make sure he can’t feel anything, but when he asks the other, ‘Can you feel anything?’ Abel shrugs, and shakes his head. Henrique is glad. They can get this over and done with quicker.

“Alright, so,” the brunette says, swapping out the pick for forceps in one hand, and the elevator in the other, “this part takes literally a couple seconds and that’s it. You shouldn’t feel any pain, but there will probably be some discomfort from the pressure.”

Abel nods. He accepts his fate. Henrique swallows and gives him a reassuring smile, though he’s not sure if Abel has his eyes closed still or not, so maybe the smile is there for himself, too. An assurance to himself that this will be worth it. Three seconds of discomfort, and a lifetime of that tooth not causing anyone any grief.

Because with that bad tooth, feeding is hard—Abel struggles to get that initial bite when he needs to feed, be it from Henrique, who offers himself up as much as he can, or some of the unsuspecting bystanders that are just… in the wrong place at the wrong time. Abel promises that he’s always gentle. But with a fucked up tooth, Henrique isn’t sure that’s possible! Especially if it takes three of four attempts for him to actually find the right angle to latch on without it hurting!

That is about to change, however. Abel sits with his mouth open, numb, and waiting. Henrique isn’t going to let him down.

He moves the forceps in place, gripping the pesky premolar that all of this has been for. He makes sure with Abel again— ‘Can you feel this?’ —to which he receives the best ‘no’ that the other can enunciate in his current predicament. It is a green light. Henrique slips the elevator into place as well, the malevolent thing that it is, and he tells Abel to take a nice, long, slow, deep breath, while he counts down. Even though Abel grips the armrests in anticipation, it is too late to turn back now.

“Three.”

A firm wiggle, a push.

“Two.”

A firmer push, a twist.

“One—!”

A tug, a pull, and a nice, loud crunch.

The tooth is out. Henrique has to quickly check, before Abel decides to get up out of that torture chair, to make sure it has come out in one clean break—and it has.

Now both of them can breathe.

“You’re all done,” Henrique tells Abel, hurrying to set aside both the extracted tooth and his instruments so that he can grab the cotton roll.

Following that, he turns off the overhead lamp to spare the other’s eyes and invites him to take off the glasses, which he does before Henrique even finishes talking. However, before Abel can say anything or perhaps curse him for making him go through all of that, Henrique shoves the cotton roll in his mouth, filling the new gap, and tells him to gently bite down on it to help staunch the bleeding. A soft, tired glare is thrown his way—he expected it, to be fair—but Abel continues to breathe slowly, the tension slowly leaving his body now that it is all over.

“You did good,” Henrique goes on, knowing the other isn’t going to interrupt him. “It’ll take a couple of hours for your face to feel normal again, but it’s worth it. It came out nice and cleanly, so… you shouldn’t have any other problems with your teeth—” Abel grumbles and mumbles, but Henrique has a point to make: “This time,” he says, “make sure you’re brushing your teeth properly. Vampire or not, you’ve still got to look after them!”

Abel accepts the lecture (mostly because he can’t retaliate) and Henrique is satisfied that the lesson has been learnt. Vampires may only get sustenance from blood, but Abel is the sort of vampire who will still eat and drink ‘normal’ things for social purposes—like on a dinner date, for example. Which means he ought to floss more often than he would normally!

But that’s dealt with. That’s not really important, now. Abel’s tooth is out, he’ll be back to his regular self in a few hours, and Henrique is satisfied that he’s done his job properly.

In the meantime, however…

“Since you’ll still feel a bit rough and achy,” Henrique proceeds, slowly pulling the gloves from his hands to discard them on his tray, a little mischief in his eyes as the blonde watches on, “there is something I can give you that should make you feel a lot better, and faster.”

Abel tries to talk through the cotton—mumbles that, Henrique figures, translate to: “No more needles!” and it’s adorable, really. For a big guy who looks dreadfully intimidating when he’s lurking in the shadows, he’s still so… human.  

“No needles,” he promises Abel all the same, “or any other kind of medicine. This is a really specific remedy, made especially for you.”

No mumbles or confused noises come, but the silence is equally as good a sign. Henrique pushes away the trolley and removes the white coat he’s been wearing. When he returns to the chair, he has to gently push Abel back down by the shoulder—“I’m not finished with you just yet,” he warns him—and then, before Abel can make any sort of protest, Henrique has hoisted himself up onto the other and has made himself more than comfortable straddling his lap. His hands settle on the blonde’s chest. His eyes cling to the other’s astonished expression.

Henrique, after a  moment, leans in to leave a kiss just shy of Abel’s lips ( hopefully that side isn’t too numb! ) and he moves back—he has a whole little show planned that he thinks will cheer the other up—but just as he does move, a hand stops him. It rests on the back of his neck, keeping him close.

For a moment, Henrique expects words—expects some slew of orders, perhaps—but instead, Abel’s hand slowly moves up and finds Henrique’s ponytail. With one slow, gentle pull, his hair is released. It pools around him, dark waves spilling over his shoulders, and he can’t help but smile as Abel runs his fingers amongst the long locks, teasing at the roots.

Then, he says a quiet, “Thank you,” and Henrique bubbles up with just… pure adoration for this man. He’s never known a lover so tender, so genuine. 

“Anything for you,” he replies—a promise he hopes to keep for a long, long time—and with that, the second part of Abel’s ‘recovery treatment’ begins.

[pan-fangirl-345]

okay so for the 400 follower event (congratulations btw) can i pls get bokuto w a gn! reader (they/them pronouns) and a “shut up” kiss. maybe the reader is going on a rant abt how much they like him but think its not a good idea to get in a relationship bc of their own issues (issues, not insecurities please don’t make the reader extremely insecure) and then bokuto kisses them so he can say that he doesn’t care? thx so much congratulations again its fine if you cant do this one have a good dayy

Prompts: Shut up kiss

A/N: You didn't specify what kind of issues, so I let my mind run free. I'm not sure if this counts as an insecurity or not, so let's find out. Hehe. Also, thank you so much for the request, I love it! I hope you like the story!

Today was the day, you decided, the day where you and Bokuto stopped dancing around each other and the obvious feelings you had for each other.

"Hey, Bo, can I talk to you for a minute?" you asked as their practice ended.

"Of course you can!" he said, smiling when he saw you. "Akaashi, you good here?"

"Yes, you can go Bokuto-san," Akaashi said, giving you a knowing look.

Akaashi had never seemed much like someone who was younger than you. He was far too mature for a guy his age, and you often felt like a child compared to him. Other times he was just as childish as everyone else, he was just better at hiding it than say, Bokuto.

"So, what are we talking about, baby bird?" Bokuto asked.

He had been calling you that since your first year and it had stuck.

"I like you," you informed him. "And I know that you like me back, I can see it in the way you look at me. But we can't be together. I want to be with you, more than almost anything, but we can't. We're going down completely different career paths! I'm going to be taking classes to get a degree, and you'll be playing the game and getting scouted and traveling the world!

"When I'm not in class, I'll be working. We would never get to see each other and it would be long distance and people rarely last in a relationship like that. It's not that I don't want to be with you, I do, but we should be focused on our studies and-"

Bokuto leaned forward, pressing his lips to your softly, hand cupping your cheek.

"Shut up," he murmured affectionately, grinning at the stunned look you were sure was twisting your features. "Come baby bird, you had to know that I don't care about that kind of stuff. Did you really think that that kind of thing would stop me from asking you out before graduation?"

He chuckled, kissing you again quickly, just enough to stun you into silence, despite the argument that had been on the tip of your tongue.

"I'm not finished," he cooed. "We'll Face Time and text whenever we can, okay? Besides, I'm still gonna be in the area for a while. If you wanted, we could even move in together. I can play anywhere, (Y/F/N), on any team, and I'm willing to take you into account if you agree to try and make it work with me."

Bokuto was rarely serious about anything, it was something you had learned long ago about his personality, but he was serious about this, about you. You could see in his eyes that he was being serious and truthful.

"Please baby bird," he said, "I don't want to be just your friend anymore, I want to be your boyfriend. We can make everything work, I promise. Just say you'll let me try and prove that I don't give a damn about the obstacles, I'll spike right through them."

You wanted to tell him no, that it probably wouldn't work out, the odds were stacked against you both, but you couldn't resist the look in his eyes that told you he wasn't going to let it go.

He had that affect on you.

And honestly, you hadn't been all that keen on leaving him behind, figuratively or literally.

"Okay," you relented, putting your hand over the hand he had on your cheek still. "We can give this a try."

"Really?"

"Yeah," you agreed. "I told you, I want to be with you. You being my boyfriend is something I can definitely live with."

He grinned, kissing you again.

You could but smile back at him.

This was going to be worth it, you thought to yourself.

You just had to trust him.

Easy enough.

[yostresswritinggirl]

100 Followers Special

(And how to participate) you don't need to be a follower to vote ack

~yostresswritinggirl

Hello AGAIN, with your back to back followers special! Exiled here, very tired, as I just closed the requests box for our 50 followers special. I asked for some recommendations and no one helped me so this is what I came up with!

Granted, it's nothing that special, I literally just dumped my notes into this so—

Please make sure to follow the guidelines and read this thoroughly to properly participate!

1. You will be given a long list of fic prompts specific to a character that I've come up with for weeks on end, please don't steal, as I will remove them after this event is done!

2. Voting! You now have the power to influence my writing schedule haha- what you need to do: is to pick three prompts from the list and send it to me; either through reblog tag, a reply, or in my ask box (not anon so we can count fairly, will not publish these answers tho so worry not)! Not in messages tho! It should be in this format:

1. Character - prompt or prompt title

2. Character - prompt or prompt title

3. Character - prompt or prompt title

example:

1. Albedo - Citrinitas

2. Zhongli - Braid

3. Xingqui - Author!Reader

The top three most voted prompt and character will be the next fics I'll publish after I'm done with the current reqs. Speaking of: Voting ends when I finish the current reqs. You'll know it's done once the counter in my blog desc reaches 12/12.

3. In addition to the three prompts, you also get to add your own prompt to it! My prompts list does not include ALL the characters that's why I wanted to give you this option too! Add a fourth number and specify a character, a prompt/idea, and the format of the fic! Format it this way:

4. Character - Prompt/Idea (Format)

4. Kaeya - What's under that eyepatch? (Scenario)

After I pooled the answers, I'll randomly pick between the bonus answers and write them last! So give it your best shot!

4. Tags-list! I thought this would be necessary for this kind of a whim special, so if you wanna be tagged, just put Tag Me! at the end of your vote. Please make sure that you're actually able to be tagged because I just tried and some users are not in my orbit huhu, look here

5. If a pocket watch/series prompt gets chosen, I will only post the first chapter, not the whole damn fic pls. Have mercy,,,

I will post a counter of the top three in my blog description and will be updated as frequently as possible. Any questions, please direct to this post or my dms <3

Without further ado, here is your choice list!

Xingqui - "My liege, would you care to accompany me on my reading break? I've picked up a romance novel and it reminded me of us."

-> Author!Reader: You met Xingqui at Wanwen Bookhouse when delivering a batch of your newly-published book. But as a ghost writer, no one knew it was you that authored such books. Safe to say it was cute watching the noble bookworm fanboy about you in front of you. [FLUFF] [FIC]

-> Headcanons with a reader older than Xingqui who's a close family friend of the Feiyun Commerce Guild. Fascinated after meeting you in a party, the noble boy aspires to become the best man for you despite the difference, promising to be the best suitable partner for you in the future. [FLUFF] [HEADCANON SCENARIO]

Childe - "Hey there, comrade! What a coincidence that we had a break at the same time, care to accompany me for a walk? I promise I won’t lead you to a fight haha... hey, don’t look at me like that!”

-> Antinomy -  The 10th Harbinger (You) and the little shit they had to mentor (Childe), this fic enumerates the trials of the 11th before he became a Harbinger under your care. From strangers to mentor to friends to love- Childe made a grave mistake, now you’re once again strangers. [FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

Albedo - "Ah, it's you. I've heard of fleeting rumors that you've been pestering a certain someone just to see me. Next time, just come directly to me, I wouldn't mind the assertiveness."

-> Refer to these three as well: Albedo Fic Ideas [FLUFF/FLANGST/FLANGST] [ONESHOT/ONESHOT/SERIES]

-> “You’re Enough”: A year into being the new Chief Alchemist of Mond, Albedo finds himself holed up in his room in the dead of night, haunted as he continuously comes out empty on his research to bring his master back, feeling inadequate. So you reminded him of what he’s capable of. [FLUFF?] [ONESHOT INSPIRED BY You Are Enough - Sleeping At Last]

-> Under the Artificial Sky: Michaelangelo Scenario focused on Albedo’s sketching aspect. Grand Master Varka and Acting Grand Master Jean figured Albedo needed a break and a change of scenery, and sent him off under the guise of a commission in Liyue. What he didn’t expect was another artist from Fontaine accompanying him in this big project.(Albedo and Reader are tasked to paint the new Jade Chamber within 7 days) [FLUFF] [SERIES - 7 CHAPTERS]

-> Albedo SMUT: I had this idea while laying wide awake at 3 AM. The alchemist had been trying all remedies to shake off the stress and fatigue in his system and they all seemed to fail, no amount of sketching or discoveries can pull him away from it. So when you offered a solution he hasn’t heard, he’d jump at it immediately. “You know, some people say having intercourse with someone is a good stress-reliever.” “Intercourse? If it’s true, then please, I wish to have intercourse with you.” “Wha- wait Albedo, do you not know what that is? It’s only done between lovers!” “Convenient, I love you, anything else?” (Two virgin dumbasses do the thing to relieve stress) [SMUT] [ONESHOT]

Xiao - “I’ve taken care of every threat around this area, you can relax now, I made sure of that.”

-> What is it with you and Qingxin flowers? The Traveler had once heard of Xiao’s affinity for Qingxin flowers, and they’re flying companion boldly asked this lingering question to the adepti himself. His pupils dilate and sharpen before Paimon could finish her sentence. (An origin story about his favorite flower, and his favorite person) [SLIGHT FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Just how harmful is adeptal energy to normal humans? You both found out in the worst way possible: silently, deadly. (Slight spoiler: you fucking die) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Nightmares Taste Horrible: He’s seen that look in your eyes and the ancient soul within it; you’ve lived long ago, and the only thing your soul carried now was the nightmares of a macabre timeline. Was it him or was it demons that brought you that fear? No matter, he’ll protect you even from yourself. (eating the nightmare of a dead soul reincarnated to you) [FLANGST?] [ONESHOT]

-> Go for the throat: The seal that marked you had made it all too late for him to remedy. Bleeding eyes, growing fangs, it’s just another demon to vanquish just like he’s done for centuries. What makes it different was it was sealed in you. (Inspired from Melanie Martinez’s song uhu) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Zhongli - “Mortals are capable creatures that evolve and adapt for means of survival, but they advance in ways that changes the world around them. This retirement, may be harder to me than it is to them.”

 -> “In human history, there’s a certain noble and powerful connotation to rulers who braid their hair.” Convince to braid his hair using some historical braid trivia; that long hair behind his back should not be ignored for any longer. [PURE FLUFF] [DRABBLE]

-> History has its eyes on you: A traveling theatre hailing from the land of entertainment finds its way to Liyue for their last caravan. A certain Geo Vision man seems to resonate with your newest script: fighting and protecting your land, building up its nation, before being forced to let go of it. He resonates maybe a little too much. (Musical!Reader with heavy references to Hamilton hehe) [FLUFF] [ONESHOT]

Venti - "Can you hear the symphonies of the wind as it sings to you? That's me, guiding you and protecting you! Whenever you hear it, know that you're safe and sound under my protection!"

-> the one the bard once loved: like actual bard, you are the archer or smth, loved by Venti and Barbatos. Yandere!Barbatos undertones, very unhealthy relationship. This hurts the kokoro. [PURE ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> The Caravan: (related to the Zhongli and Musical!Reader up there) Your caravan stops at Mondstadt for a whole week before it reaches its final destination. This new fanfare pulled in a peculiar bard who now wants to tag along for the fun of it. "I have no more responsibilities in this free land!" Just what kind of responsibilities does a broke bard have in the first place? [FLUFF] [ONESHOT/HEADCANON]

Diluc - "You look weary, and you still managed to pull yourself here. Here, a fresh and cold glass, on the house. A relieved smile should be enough payment."

-> Abandoned by The Altar: A timeline oriented story focused on your once perfect childhood relationship as Diluc's bride to be, soon becoming estranged after the death of his father and his neglect. You only wish now that he looks at you the same way he did when you heard you were supposed to be together forever when you were young. [FLANFF] (The ending gets better pls; Inspired by Still Into You - Paramore) [ONESHOT]

-> There are No Laws Against Homelessness in Mondstadt: My favorite title out of all of this ahahhaa- who says adventurers can't be broke? You're the living embodiment of that. (Good boi Diluc with a broke ass reader) [FLUFF] (Warning: homelessness) [ONESHOT]

Scaramouche - "Let's go already, the sun is setting and we're nowhere near our destination. If you wanted to linger just to spend more time with me, I would have indulged you behind closed doors anyways."

-> Scaramouche Finally Does the Fandango: Have you ever wondered how Scaramouche is like working with other people? His first assignment was to accompany you in your main region and he sees you in your natural habitat, entranced. [I dunno how to tag this, NORMAL?] [ONESHOT/SHORT]

-> Skincare bitch, how I headcanon Scaramouche as someone actually conscious and always tending to their skin. Look at that smooth skin, cute cheeks, let me pinch, eyeliner glory— In which case, that hat has more purpose than being a frisbee. (May or may not include reader. (based from a reblog convo with chels-void) [GOOD VIBES] [HEADCANONS]

-> Once Supreme: Before Scaramouche, there was someone else higher than him. Before Balladeer there was just a young man fighting for his beliefs and her Majesty. Before Mondstadt, his smile wasn't just for deception. "Someday, someone would take advantage of that smile, Scaramouche. It's not appropriate in this work environment." The day you break a man. (Harbinger!Reader again, and lots of HCs for Scaramouche, same format as Antinomy) [I also do not know how to call this, eventual ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Kaeya - "What are you doing out here in the dead of night? Citizens like you should be cozied up in bed and leaving the patrols to us Knights. Come, I'll accompany you back home."

-> Honey Whiskey: A mysterious band of dancers from Sumeru visits Mondstadt and its taverns to offer a night of alluring dances. What was supposed to be a night of drinking for Kaeya and his troops ended up becoming a tipsy surprise mission when the main dancer steps down from the stage— and ignores him?! How scandalous! (Slightly suggestive themes/You're a bad guy) [COOL?] [ONESHOT] [slightly inspired by song with the same name]

General:

-> A Musical!Reader but with a scenario with every other character, most probably headcanons master post.

-> Genshin Food prompts: From that one post, I ended up making a whole storyline of oneshots related to their special dishes. Oneshots connected to a bigger picture. By impulse you've ended up leaving your normal life behind to pursue your cooking career, starting from Mondstadt, to learn all the cuisines to establish the first ever international restaurant. With the implications of magic and peculiar customers, your simple dream turns into a harder goal. [GOOD SHIT] [SERIES] [CANON-COMPLIANT]

-> God of Time!Reader that hails from Fontaine. Do you wish to know more about their origins and their purpose in this world? [CANON-COMPLIANT] [HEADCANONS] (General since it deals with all the characters/interactions)

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@jawline-of-steel I hope, as my new best friend (hehe), that you like this!😁💛💛👍 (I also hope that it's the right context and that😅💛)

You've Got The Wrong Girl.

David (The Lost Boys) x reader

Warnings: bad language, implied sexual themes, very vague mentions of death and blood (but only if you look closely)

Masterlist

Somehow, David manages to exhale his next breath of smoke in an aggressive manner as he leans back against his motorcyle, muscles tense and stance almost uncomfortable, drawing the other's attention to him instantly.

"Where's (Y/n)?" Is Paul's first question, the tall blonde moving forwards slightly, craning his head around to look for his leader's significant other.

"I don't care." He huffs angrily, lips closing around the butt of his cigarette once more, blue eyes iced over.

"Ooh, what happened? Did she shove a pole up your arse?" Marko quips, smirking to Paul suggestively, only to yelp when David's hand snaps round to clip him round the ear, the platinum blonde's venomous scowl fixed on him briefly.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut, or I'll take great pleasure in doing it for you." He snarls at him, voice deceivingly quiet and threatening.

None of them speak for a few minutes, David's anger almost rippling off of him in static waves, keeping the air around them charged and tense, the four of them eyeing the area around them as a way to ignore this. Eventually, Marko and Paul wander off, bored as hell and feeling incredibly awkward, not quite noticing their leader's dirty look as they walk away, leaving Dwayne and David behind to brood in silence. Once again, neither of them say anything, until the dark haired vampire finally has enough of the tension, standing from his motorcycle and going to stand before David with a curious look on his face.

"What happened between you and (Y/n)?" He questions, blunt and to the point as always.

"What do you mean?" David's voice is monotone, blue eyes boring into Dwayne's pointedly.

"Don't pull that bullshit with me, you've been acting cold since you got here. The only time you ever get this annoyed is when (Y/n)'s said or done something you don't agree with." The tanned vampire points out, crossing his arms over his bare chest with a frown.

"I don't have to tell you anything." His leader responds, ees narrowing as he throws his cigarette butt to the floor, where he uses his foot to crush out the embers.

"No, but then at least act better towards the rest of us. You're not being fair on us." Dwayne snaps in reply, before he turns and walks off in a different direction, ignoring David as he let's out a low growl.

Sulking, David kicks at the tyre of his motorcycle, scowling at a surfer as they pass by, only to sigh in frustration and go looking for the object of his frustration: (Y/n), the girl who he somehow cares for, yet has the capacity to royally piss him off at any given time. It was, ironically, what drew him to her in the first place, her ability to completely go against what he asks without thinking twice about it, finding her personality a near perfect match to his. It's this thought that prompts him to go looking for her now.

He looks high and low, not entirely sure where she'd go without the boys, only to have an epiphany when he steps into the part that is lined with food stalls, figuring out exactly where she is in seconds. His icy eyes immediately find the back of her head amongst the sea of others, his legs instinctively taking him over to her, a habit he'll probably never kick, even in his long years of living. As he reaches her, David takes a hold of her wrist and goes to pull her into the nearest alley with the intention of talking to her, only to feel a little surprised when she digs her heels into the floor and stops still, her eyes meeting his challengingly.

"I'm busy at the moment, David. Would you mind coming back later?" She inquires with a false smile, pulling her arm from his grip.

"I would not. Come with me." He responds, drily, glaring at her as she cocks her head and looks at him.

"I'm busy, David. I'd rather stay here." She presses, shrugging as she goes to walk away, only to squeak suddenly when the vampire grabs her around the waist and carries her over his shoulder into the alley, ignoring the looks people are giving him as she hits him on the back, demanding that he let her go. Once out of sight, he puts her down, standing uncomfortably close to her to make his point, body outsizing her's with ease, though she doesn't back down, even as he places one hand on the wall behind her to stop her from trying to get away again.

"Well now that you've manhandled me in here, what do you want?" She sighs out, exasperated at the vampire's tactics, her eyes remaining fixed on his in defiance.

"I want you to stop behaving like a brat all the time, (Y/n). You've been testing my patience for weeks now, and I've had enough of it. Stop it before I make you." He threatens her, flashing his eyes slightly to make his point more obvious.

"Hold on, you want me to stop being who I am? And what in the hell are you going to do to enforce that, David? You know you don't scare me, even if you are a murderous person. You've got the wrong girl to be ordering around like that, something which you signed up for the moment you asked me out." She informs him, stepping forwards slightly, poking his chest to enunciate her words properly, unaffected by his tough guy act.

"I am well aware that you aren't a pushover, (Y/n). All I'm asking is that you don't put up such a fight all the time. Your sarcasm I can live with, because you put up with mine, but your attitude at times is something that has to stop. And as for what I'll do to you, you know full well what I mean." David growls quietly to her, leaning in close towards her neck, where he snaps his teeth, his canines pushing out long enough to lightly graze over her skin, images of him tearing into my skin flashing into her head, put there by the platinum blonde backing her into the wall.

"Controlling much, huh? Don't you realise that you can't make my decisions for me and control how I'm supposed to act? You shouldn't be asking me to adjust my entire personality to suit yours, David. If we're not getting along, we both need to change something. I'm happy to tone it down a bit, but only if you stop being so damn dominant all the time. I get that you're into that and all, but it doesn't always make for an easy relationship, so that's something you need to think through before coming here with your high-and-mighty orders for me." She explains to him, standing up straight as he leans over her, his eyes blazing with frustration.

For a minute, he says nothing, regarding her with an expression half-caught in anger, half in contemplation, a look of realisation seeming to creep into the hard lines of his handsome features, eyes softening slightly.

"Fine, I'm sorry that I'm controlling all the time, and I'm willing to stop being like that so much with you, but only if you do the same. We just keep clashing, and it isn't going to end well. I want to make this work, so I'll change for you if you change for me." He finally says, not quite backing up yet, clearly waiting for her to say something, too.

"Good. I'm glad we were able to work this out. I'll be less of a "brat" as you put it, but if I hear you trying to control the way I act again, I'll go right back to being the little bitch you know and hate." She promises him, smirking at her expression as his eyes darken.

Pressing himself against her, David grins to himself as he regards her face, enjoying the sensation of her body underneath his, even if it is obscured by the layers of clothing between them. Leaning in close, he uses his hands to pin her's to the wall behind them, their faces a centimetre or so apart, breath mingling, lips grazing one another as he speaks again.

"You'll still be my little bitch though, kitten. I'm not gonna let you go that easily. I'll change for you outside the sheets, but under them, well then you belong to me."

It's all she has in her to respond with a smile and a nod, going to reply before being cut off by his hungry lips on her's, his tongue easily slipping into her mouth as she gasps in surprise, a battle of tongues starting instantly. Her hands try to pry themselves from his vice-like grip, only to find themselves taken in one of his and held easily above her head, his other hand slipping down their bodies until he reaches the hem of her shirt, pushing underneath and onto her skin, caressing it smoothly as he swallows her moans and sighs. Grinding his hips into her's, he moves his lips from here and trails kisses down her neck and jaw, leaving purple marks in his wake, the wet track of his lips chilling in the cool air around them, but she only groans in response, wishing she could wrap her arms around him, though a small part of her is enjoying being restricted. Pulling away, he moves back up to her ear, where he breathes over it hotly before speaking again, voice husky and at a lower tone than usual.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n), I can be less dominant, if that's what you want." He purrs, sounding genuine as his darkened eyes bore into her's.

"It is, but I can be less rebellious, too. If that's what you want." She chuckles, breath hitching slightly from the arousal.

"We'll see." He says ominously, before his lips have collided with mine again.

[alvacchi]

Phantom Thief Hanako-kun AU Story: When They Truly Met

(Image from AidaIro!)

This is my concept story based off of the AU! Enjoy!

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-The story started off when Yashiro asked Tsuchigomori why he retired from the police force and opened up his own private detective agency

-That didn't mean the private detectives and police force wouldn't work together from time to time but still

-Tsuchigomori replied that he didn't approve of Teru's violent methods towards criminals no matter the offense. Teru was one of the top promising policemen in the force.

Tsuchigomori had his personal reasons supposedly.

-Tsuchigomori told her to go join the police force then but Yashiro refused

-Yashiro, on the other hand, had a crush on Teru. She thought he's only trying to protect people. He was popular in the police force and she considered him a senpai.

-Yashiro is Tsuchigomori's apprentice and she wanted to learn from him as he's more experienced

-She believed it was better if she impressed Teru with her detective skills once she mastered them

-Yashiro asked about the latest heist note from the phantom thief Hanako

-Both of them were doing their jobs of helping to catch the thief. It had been their mission lately.

-Tsuchigomori forbade her to go this time though

-Yashiro asked why

-Tsuchigomori: "Minamoto Teru is going tonight."

-Yashiro gasped since Teru doesn't often come. He's mostly busy with other cases that were more urgent

-But was it really just Teru?

-Tsuchigomori went over Yashiro's problems during their previous heist searches for Hanako

-Like getting lost

-He also told her Kou and Mitsuba were not going either because it's going to get dangerous

-Yashiro questioned this because heists never brought any harm but entertainment for Hanako fans

-Tsuchigomori shooed her off though, saying she's got a lot to learn

-During the night. It was a full red moon

-The heist was happening and Yashiro was missing out.

-Yashiro was out of her apartment at the time, grabbing groceries for her and her little hamster Black Canyon

-She also bought new kitchen appliances since her old ones were getting worn out

-When she came to her door, she heard a noise inside

-Panicking, she prepared some self defense with a frying pan and kitchen armor and blindly charged in to hit the intruder

-When she opened her eyes, she found a bleeding Hanako on the floor

-'Oh no! I murdered him!' She immediately thought.

-But then after calming down a bit, she realized the bleeding wasn't from her frying pan but the chest area

-It looked like a bullet wound

-A bullet? Was there gun violence?! But who used a gun?

-She attempted to call 119

-Hanako grabbed her arm to stop her from calling the hospital, panting heavily

-A doorbell rang and pounding door knocks were heard

-Yashiro hid Hanako in a blanket without thinking

-She answered the door to find Teru

-Teru asked her if she's seen any suspicious activity like a certain phantom thief

-He was hunting Hanako down

-That's when it clicked to Yashiro that she's hiding the thief since the shock blinded her from thinking of his identity

-Recalling the bullet wound, for a second she doubted Teru but she fought that doubt. Surely not Teru, right? He had a whip and a sword but a gun?

-Her morals clashed and an internal conflict started

-Wasn't it too cruel to hand Hanako over at his most vulnerable moment?

-It was so unusual to see him in such a state, since he seemed to be having the time of his life at the heists

-Was this what Detective Tsuchigomori meant by dangerous?

-But Hanako hadn't technically hurt anyone from any of his heists

-She didn't even know his motive behind his stealing

-So she lied

-She said she hadn't seen anyone

-Teru took her word for it and went to search around her apartment building

-Yashiro let go a breath she didn't realize she was holding

-Then, she started agonizing on the fact that she lied to her crush

-She slapped her cheeks as she realized Hanako was still bleeding to death

-She went over to check with him and threw the covers off

-Hanako was unconscious now and Yashiro quickly checked his pulse

-It was faint but there

-He's still alive thank goodness

-She realized the wound seemed to be slightly bigger for some reason and his hand was tightly clutching onto something

-It's the bullet

-He took out the bullet with the new knife that was laying nearby

-She must have dropped her bags in pure panic

-Okay, this guy was crazy

-Did he want to die faster or something

-He must have fainted in the middle of applying aid to himself

-How did he not scream in the process

-Recalling that Hanako didn't want to go to the hospital, Yashiro assumed that it was because he's a wanted criminal

-She thought he was lucky that she learned first aid from Tsuchigomori as part of her detective work

-Also that she was living alone in her apartment

-So, she patched him up real good and left him to sleep somewhere

-During the patch up, she tried to feel for any gem he could be hiding

-But there were none on him

-Strange since he came back from a heist

-Did he fail to steal because of Teru? That'd be a first.

-Finally when her attention was off him, she realized she would have to clean the bloody mess

-And her window was broken

-The most likely case being Hanako crashed in through there

-Staring at Hanako asleep, she noticed a black cat mask on the side of him.

-Black cats were told to bring bad luck to those around them.

But that can't be right. That's just a superstition.

-Did Teru believe in it?

-Nonetheless, she had to pay for that window damage. Or make an unconscious thief do so when he wakes up

-By the time she woke up the next day though, Hanako was already gone with a note on the side that he would come by later tonight

-If Yashiro wasn't mad last night, she was pissed now

-Aren't phantom thieves supposed to be gentlemen?! He gave her nothing but trouble!

-She was really going to let him have it when he comes

-The time came and Yashiro found Hanako right at her window

-It's not even the first floor. Of course he had to make a grand entrance

-Yashiro grabbed him and pulled him into her room with anger

-She yelled at him for leaving suddenly even with a note

-Hanako: "Ow is this how you deal with your patient? I'm sad and hurt."

-Hanako told her that he had to go pick up the jewels he left

-Oh. So he was hiding them somewhere else

-Yashiro: "I'll have you know I'm a detective! I could arrest you right here! Right now!"

-Hanako: "Correction. You're a detective's apprentice. You wouldn't have the authority to arrest me."

-Yashiro's eyes widened.

-Hanako: "Hehe surprised? Your window happened to be conveniently close enough to land."

Yashiro: "How do you know who I am?"

Hanako: "I have my sources. How did you think I was able to have a successful heist every time?"

-Hanako walked closer to Yashiro and Yashiro stepped back until she was up against the wall.

-He was really close and dominating over her, quite teasingly

-If Yashiro had a wild imagination, it was like a kabedon with both hands.

-Hanako: "Besides, even with authority, did you really think you could arrest me?"

-Yashiro flustered and quickly pushed him off, though careful not to touch his wound.

-Yashiro: 'Don't fall for it, Yashiro Nene! He's not even your type!'

-Yashiro: "Why do you steal?"

-Hanako only smiled at her.

-Hanako: "That's for you to find out, my dear detective."

-Yashiro pouted at the comeback.

-Hanako: "Let's make a deal."

-Yashiro: "What?"

-Hanako: "I'm indebted to you so why don't I come over at night once in a while? We could get to know each other."

-Yashiro: "Are you kidding? That's breaking my moral code! You know I can't do that!"

-Hanako: "You're curious though, right?"

-At that moment, Yashiro couldn't deny it. She indeed was. She couldn't shake off the incident from last night. Maybe Hanako had a reason for being a phantom thief. And maybe there was more to him than meets the eye.

-Yashiro: ".......Fine. We have a deal. But don't expect me to go easy on you during the heists!"

-Hanako: "Wouldn't have it any other way~"

-Hanako closed in again to kneel down and place a kiss on her hand. He looked up and grinned at her.

-Not so soon, Yashiro just kicks him out of her apartment, already a blushing mess.

-And so their relationship began.